I was seeking a cache in Cornwall with mr. gastric, me following the GPS, he his common sense. I was crawling under a barbed wire fence, when I heard his excited cry of "found it!". This caused me to abruptly raise my head hitting it with force into said fence. I feltlLike I'd been smashed over the head with a pointy mallet, and both spectacle lenses filled with claret. During the half hour walk back to civilisation I kept thinking of the car crash scene in David Lynch's film "Wild at Heart", convinced my brains were leaking
The local A and E glued my head back with superglue and gave me a tetanus jab.
I had the cast taken off a broken radius 3 weeks ago, although that was non-cache related. Barney the wonder cache-hound has tripped me up more times than I care to count in muddy conditions with his over enthusiastic proffering of various sticks, causing multiple bruises and injury to dignity. He is a little sod when trying to replace stickoflague, as he thinks it is fun to remove the sticks as you try to replace them